(feat. Flipsyde)
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[Styles P:]
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Ghost
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Vinny Idol nigga
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YEAH~! Flipsyde
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[Flipsyde (Styles P):]
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And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..)
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Burn one down (this song.. the fuck..)
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And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN.. YEAH!)
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Burn one down
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[Styles P:]
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I don't care if it's a blunt or a mic right
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If it's daytime I'm lookin forward to night lights
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Real street cat, but you know that I'm nice right
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And I ain't got to cram, but in a minute I might write
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And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long
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A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong
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Burn one down this time with the Flipsyde
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Burn one down for the homies with sick rides
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Burn one down; I'm the one that put the fire on the track
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I'm the +Ghost+, so I got the hood, +ridin+ on my back
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Ain't no front door, I'm the one slidin through the back
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You want heat? I'm the one that's providin you with that
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What? Nigga
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[Chorus: Flipsyde (Styles P)]
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And I'm gonna burn one down
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(Set or strip, it's money to get, nigga) Burn one down
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And I'm gonna burn one down
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(Dutch or wood, club or hood, nigga) Burn one down
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And I'm gonna burn one down
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(Mic on rapid, know what I'm after, nigga) Burn one down
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And I'm gonna burn one down
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(Crew or click, wheover you get, nigga) Burn one down
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[Styles P:]
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Third one down; if you in the top five rappers
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then you should be a concerned one now
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I take anybody, one turn, one round
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Just to get the crown, keep your round on the ground
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None of y'all is big, not to be funny but
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none of y'all is Big, keep talkin that king shit
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none of y'all can live, cause I be on the streets where
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none of y'all is, it's funny y'all is
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talkin 'bout how much money y'all get
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But I'm 'bout to show the game how cruddy I get
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Burn one down like a log in the fireplace
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Whoever think they're the king well come along and try the ace
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Yeah, nigga~!
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P:]
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Burn an MC like an arsonist
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Tell him I'm the hardest in the game when he market it
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Seven-six-oh, L.I. and it's carpeted
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Five blunts rolled right up where the locket is, YEAH
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Is that so ill, I spit like the flames
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out the back of the Batmobile; yeah I rap but
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you gon' be a rat fo' real, D-Block
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Double R nigga clap yo' steel
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Burn one down, in a dutch or a wood or a Swisher Sweet
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If it's goin down watch the whole hood lift the heat
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And I'ma blow cause it's my turn now
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Pass the dutch motherfucker, I'ma burn one down
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Yeah!
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[Chorus]
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Burn One Down
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